Tidbits from Lauttasaari

So, finally the island has gotten some decent cafées. It tended to become rather monotonous to always meet up at Mutteri. But now olipa kerran kahvila at Gyldénintie (next to the metro entrance) and Makers Cafe at Heikkiläntie (next to Shell) offers a cosy atmosphere and good coffee. Both are, interestingly enough, focusing on raw food, ecological ingredients and sustainable solutions. That said they then diverge into two very different paths, which is reassuring.

Woop woop, with a bang and a whizz the small mall reopened, only half a year late. And yes, we can now see the metro signs, and the stairs going down undergrund. But we have no access. The metro is delayed, following a delay, that came on top of another delay. Also, the main road in front of the mall is a bumpy one, to state it mildly. Yes, i know all these gripes are of minor importance, that there are larger fish to fry, but these issues affect me every day. They are a part of my existence, and so i think i can whine about them, at least a little bit. Because in so many ways life is both about the little things, and the big things, all mixed up. Know what i mean?

Last night they rolled in. You thought the chaos could not get any worse. You were wrong. Late into the night huge machines made the earth shook. Everywhere the smell of machinery. Of transition. And they all come at once. It is not beyond them to compete over which can arrange the most trouble. And i wonder. When will it stop?

It was a deal too good to be true so I had to cave in. I knew from the start we had somewhere else to go but then again I wasn't sure where.  Therefore I opened my book and had another look. In my  book  there are many things. To find the final destination is not one of them.  This bothered me no end until I realised I could not have pinpointed the end destination anyway. I was lost lost for words, lost for direction, lost to the world. Now ordinarily this would have been a downer. But not today. I had a feeling something would come out of this, something I could not foresee, as per usual I could not look into the future without my eyes tearing. It must have been the flow that day, I could not feel sad. I looked at all the things we had done, and I was happy. This, I felt, if the ways things should be. If only, I thought. Now, I know how you feel about it. You want something more definite, don't you. Well, I am sorry. This is, after all, my story. If you are n

Nothing seems like the old days. The clattering, banging and wheedling has gone on for so long. It used to be underground, shaking the foundations of the island. Now it is also above ground, when "lauttis" is being built. I wonder if you will recognize this place when you return. I hear communications are poor out there, so i am not sure to reach through the static. But one must try, doesn't one?

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here we go asking for it. begging for it. longing for it. and then it comes. and we can't wait to get rid of it. traffic congests, legs shivers, pavements turns to sliptraps. Snow. You just gotta love it.